Warrior Apprentice/Warrior (Dryclan)


The sandstone burned beneath the dark pelted tom, attempting to sear through the paw pads interrupting it's connection with the sun. Boulderclaw's grey pelt, littered with blacks and browns, mixed with frozen longing left him a statue in the desert sun. A heavy sigh forced it's way up his throat and splitting his maw apart. He could only think back to the clan mates he'd just lost. The lands could be replaced, but not the felines he called family.

Tearing his eyes away from the disastrous scene, he forced his legs to move further from the haunting scene only to be wrought back by a familiar voice. Face contorted in confusion, his head turned back to see him stranding their, drenched to the bone. Before he could even mutter his lost friend's name, the dead turned vengeful was hurling blame at him. His instinct kicked in upon assault. He had to defend himself from Treepelt's blind rage as the two tom's collided in the burning heat. Sand and dust stirred furiously around the two. Something wet seeped through his pelt, but whether it was blood or water, he couldn't tell, more concerned with now rather than any wounds he'd have to deal with later.

"Come to your senses you fool!" He screeched, shoving his thick hind legs into his friend's stomach in an attempt to shove him off. Boulderclaw was a rather large cat unlike his old friend Treepelt, meaning he had the strength behind his blows, but he didn't have treepelt's speed and had a bit of a struggle landing blows on him. "I saw the water wash you away! What could I have done!?!" He yelled once more, his body filing with guilt and rage towards himself. Perhaps this wasn't even real, nothing more than a guilt and heat infused hallucination.

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DewClan warrior/apprentice prompt

Stormpaw, a young apprentice that had wondered away from her warrior training like most of the time. She had started walking through the trees, she had come face to face with a raccoon! She was almost to the end of a short branch able to climb down the tree yet there was a good chance of falling and injuring herself badly. Yet the tabby starred into the not so friendly looking raccoon's eyes, ready to slash its face with her claws and pushing it off the branch. "I don't care if there is a high chance of me falling off and hurting myself! You are in my way!" Stormpaw, with all her strength dug her claws into the raccoons side trying to throw it off. Stormpaw had managed to throw the raccoon off of the branch she was on but right as it fell the raccoon had scratched right below her left eye. the tabby yelped. "My- my eye! Ow ow ow it hurts!" Stormpaw hissed. She had ran to the medicine cat but she had tripped and fell out of the tree. The impact from the fall was strong enough to knock her out. She'd lay still on the ground as cats started to form a crowd around her. The medicine cat walked up to stormpaw and sit by her side. The medicine cat put her paw over the scar under her eye and sighed. "Don't worry everyone she will be fine, go back to what you were all doing." The cat had said to the others. The cats looked at each other for a while then went back to what they were all doing. A few moons had passed since what happend to stormpaw and still she was very scared to run away from training or attacking any other animals such as, well of course, raccoons. a tall, strong, dark grey tabby walked toward stormpaw with a very upset look on his face. "you have been avoiding training, causing trouble in the clan, and attacking other things that could really hurt you. and you have stopped after this little raccoon had hurt you? why stormpaw, you always bounce back after these kind of things." the cat had growled. stormpaw looked down at her paws and didn't even bother to try and reply to him. The cat scoffed. "lets just start training already stormpaw!" he said as he started padding away into the trees. Storm\paw nodded and followed after him feeling as if she had started to make him hate her even more than she had felt he already had. they stopped at a big tree with the branches all spread outward from the tree trunk. "alright stormpaw today you will be learning the basics of fighting, since you obviously need to know this!" he meowed as he glared at stormpaw. She looked up at him. "Webtail do you hate me?" she mewed to her mentor. Webtail was shocked, of course he didn't hate her. He couldn't hate her, stormpaw was his littermate he was just mad at her for attacking something she knew could have hurt her. Webpaw replied. "What? of course not stormpaw i could never hate you!" she flicked her tail and looked away from him. "Lets just get this training over with!" she growled at him.

Later that night stormpaw desided to sleep where she had been training all day. she lay down looking around her but before she thought that the area was okay to sleep there but in the corner of her eye she saw the same raccoon that had gave her that scar. Stormpaw and the raccoon looked at each other for a while then the raccoon ran off. "well there he goes, i guess its safe to sleep here now" she muttered to herself followed with a yawn. She only thought that is was safe too sleep, because another cat was stalking her from a branch right above her. The cat jumped down and was about to kill her but the loner heard Webtail coming and quickly ran away. "Hey stormpaw are you here?!" he meowed for stormpaw. She then woke up and glared at her mentor. "what do you want now?" She asked him rolling her eyes. "at night there is this weird cat that comes here at night and tries to kill off anyone the comes here!" he whispered to stormpaw. she started walking back to the apprentice's den not even talking one look at webtail. he followed behind her making sure nothing was going to hurt her. the she cat yet again saw that raccoon. Is it just following me now or what? she thought to herself. when they finally got back to the den another apprentice was waiting for her and she didn't know why. Webtail brushed his tail along stormpaw's pelt and then padded to the warriors den leaving her alone with this random cat. "they so i heard you got attacked by a raccoon and got scratched then fell out of a tree and got knocked out!" The cat said looking very hyper. stormpaw found her mentioning that weird since the clan had already stopped talking about it. "yes that had happend, a few moons ago." she relied. "well for whatever reason i keep seeing that same raccoon around here!" The cat had said flicking her tail. "um yeah i have to, it probably just lives around here or something." she meowed, still confused. The cat turned around and lay down in her nest. "its coming for revenge!" she had hissed. stormpaw looked away and sat outside the den for awhile then the raccoon came up to face to face with her again looking very angry. Stormpaw and the raccoon fought for a little bit but stormpaw had finally killed it! Felling very proud, she took it to webtail and he was shocked. Her and webtail walked to the fresh kill pile and then back to the apprentices den. "well i'm suprised that you were able to kill it." Webtail said brushing his tail along her flank. "well i did, and now i'm getting tired." she purred as she walked into the apprentices den and went to sleep still feeling very happy she was able to get her first kill, the raccoon.

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Apprentice of dewclan

Otterpaw was happily darting around the trees, the new apprentice had snuck away from a training session, when a very inraged raccoon approached. The foul creature was snarling and spitting, inching its way to the She-cat. Otterpaw glopped trembling at the creature, she slowly started to back away from the creature but to no prevail, her path was blocked by the trunk. The raccoon with one out stretched paw swiped at her. “Ah!” She squeaked trying to back away. She slowly started to claw her way down the tree as the raccoon fallowed. She look up at him terrified, as she reached the ground she sprinted back to camp. She ran straight into her mothers, [insert name here]’s fur trembling. She just licked the apprentices head, “you act just like a kit” she said nuzzling her

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Warrior Apprentice/Warrior (Dryclan)
Desired position: Warrior

Wildheart gazed over her former home, sorrow clear in her eyes. The female had lost many friends that day, but was glad that both she and her daughter, Daringpaw, had survived, as well as most of the clan. The apprentice in question sat beside her, leaning slightly on her mother's side for support. When they were so close, it was almost hard to tell them apart, as Daringpaw was growing rapidly to her mother's size (though she still wasn't up to weight, which would come as she matured).

Though emotionally exhausted, Wildheart chose to see this loss of their home as a chance to have a new adventure. She was already a senior warrior, respected by many in the clan, and she knew that her group would take their cues from the older warriors. If she broke down, others would, so the she-cat stood and nudged her daughter to her feet before she began to walk around the individual members of the group, murmuring words of encouragement. After a moment, she stopped, and realized someone was calling her - was that Treepelt! She turned quickly and saw the tom loping toward her, but quickly recognized the look of anger on his face and backpedaled, putting distance between them as he went to attack her.

"I did not!" she yowled, leaping to the side. Daringpaw was watching in shocked outrage, and many of their clanmates were turning to see what the commotion was. "I thought you were dead, Treepelt - and I'm very glad you're alive!" Her words seemed to calm him slightly, and he stopped chasing her, though he still looked quite angry. "Please, fighting isn't the best thing to do right now. We need to keep moving. How about we discuss what happened later? We've all been through so much today." Her voice held a perfect note of pleading that worked its way into her best friend's heart. He relented, and other clanmates began to walk over to talk to him, leaving Wildheart to figure out her next move. The clan would be exhausted, but they couldn't stay here forever.

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Warrior Apprentice Application - Dewclan
Sweetpaw would swear, later, that she really hadn’t meant to wander. She’d just been practicing sneaking up on the birds’ nests in the treetops with Antfern and Elmpaw, and she’d seen the most gorgeous little praying mantis a ways off. She’d wanted dearly to show it to her mother, so she’d snuck away while Antfern’s back was turned and stalked the mantis... but she’d seen another pretty bug farther away, and then an iridescent butterfly, and before she knew it she was hopelessly far from her mentor and her friend.

As anyone in Dewclan could tell you, this was not an uncommon thing for Sweetpaw. When she was a kit she’d been inclined to ‘exploring’, as her mother termed it, but exploring mostly meant that other queens kept waking up to find an extra kitten in their nests. Then she’d moved on to simply walking away whenever anyone looked away. Daydreams took her over, and she’d amble away into the distance, usually ending up treed in the fragile branches of a tall kapok tree. Then, just as she was doing now, she would throw a small fit and claw up the branch until someone came and found her.

Curls of bark made little ribbons under her claws as Sweetpaw unleashed her stubbornness. Every few seconds, she would make a little huffing sigh under her breath or bite a twig. “Featherbrained-“ she shattered a small branch under her teeth- “freakin’ tree! Agh!” When she was satisfied with this, she began to pace the small span of branch that she had to do so, muttering curse words. The branch jostled.

The raccoon clinging to the underside snarled.

Uh-oh.

Therein was the problem. Sweetpaw, tied up in her frustration, had managed to entirely miss the fact that on the underside of her branch was an infuriated raccoon, and she had now messed up, royally so. Bouncing up and down while muttering did not make raccoons happy. She watched in horror as it began to crawl up from the bottom of the limb, ears flattened down and lips drawn back in a growl. All forty of its yellowed teeth were visible, and it looked mean beyond belief. Paralyzed with fear, the apprentice started to back away, but the raccoon was advancing quickly.

She made her decision very quickly. Using all the skills Antfern had taught her, and all of the strength in her wiry little body, she unsheathed her claws and struck the snarling thing deftly across the nose with a yowl, catching it under the eye as well. It recoiled... and then it began to hiss, and Sweetpaw was totally out of there. Ears pinned against her head, she dashed headlong away down the tree, eyes wide. Around three feet from the ground, she fell from the tree and bumped her head, but she kept on running.

When she finally skidded into camp, Antfern and her mother were both waiting for her, looking supremely annoyed. Antfern strode over and cuffed her on the ear solidly, frowning. “What were you thinking!”

“Sorry,” whimpered Sweetpaw, but she wasn’t really. In fact, she would do nearly the same thing tomorrow, and the day after that.

“Yeah right.”

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Antfern and Elmpaw are just random NPC names for the application only haha

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Warrior Apprentice/Warrior (Dewclan)
Apprentice Prompt:

"Left, right--left! Slip under him! Good!"

A lean, long-legged figure was draped across a branch, his flecked eyes watching lazily. He held back a yawn of boredom, growing tired of watching cats bat each other around. Cypresspaw got to his paws, stiff from lying down. He stretched his numb legs. Giving his fur a few quick laps, he bunched his muscles and leaped across the canopy, grabbing onto an outstretched branch, then rocketing off again.
"Yahoo!" he whooped, soaring through the trees, feeling much like a bird. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘋𝘦𝘸𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘵. 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴..𝘐'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!
Starting to get a bit winded from his glory-filled race around the trees, he grabbed a thick branch and came to a halt.
While trying to catch his breath, fear suddenly struck him. A strange, musty scent wavered in the air, way too strong.
An angry chittering came from below him. Looking down, he wished he hadn't.

A raccoon clung to the underside of the branch, quite literally under his nose.

Cypresspaw knew how dangerous these deft creatures were. Warriors had came back to camp, bruised and bearing many claw-marks, all from a furious raccoon. There were tales in the nursery how misbehaved kits would be taken by raccoons if they didn't shape up.
Taking a deep breath, he eyed the raccoon carefully, watching it clamber towards him. It huffed angrily, ready to charge towards him. The tom-cat tensed as the tree's trunk brushed against his back. He had to act, 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
The raccoon grunted and barreled towards him, shrieking. He yelped and dropped off the branch, landing on a thinner, brittle one. The masked creature skittered to follow him, swiping at his nose. It connected, a thin red line marring the bridge of his nose. It dropped onto the lower branch, trying to jump towards Cypresspaw. The branch swayed dangerously under the combined weight. The raccoon dashed towards the tom again, but the apprentice lashed out with strong hind-legs. He caught the raccoon right in the muzzle, sending it toppling backwards. It nearly fell off the branch, dangling from a fall that would certainly break a bone. It shrieked, trying to get back up, but in doing so it bent the branch. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱! The branch groaned, bending awkwardly, and as Cypresspaw leapt onto the trunk, the branch gave way right under his paws, taking the masked creature with it.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for the raccoon as he dashed back to camp, his heart pumping wildly.

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DewClan Warrior Prompt:
The young sandy apprentice paused as her paws hauled her up into the fork of an old ash tree. A trickle of sweat ran into her bleary eyes, sending an oddly soothing blur to obscure her vision even more so. Hazelpaw let an inexorable sigh ripple over her ribs. She leaned back into the jutting branch, fully aware of her exasperated mentor's yowled summons. Fogblaze was a young warrior himself, but, to Hazelpaw, he was up to his ears in arrogance. It was obvious he believed he should be spending his valuable time being fawned over by the feminine gems of DewClan rather than training some senseless imbecile. He tried to be a proper mentor, she couldn't deny him that, but that was all. With Fogblaze, if there wasn't a single she-cat on the other side of that glade, he wasn't going to run.
For once, Hazelpaw just wanted a reprieve from all of the annoyances- and she was going to get it. The past moon had unveiled something she'd never imaged would become a consecrated secret for her to bear, and rising every morning with a fresh facade had become increasingly harder. None of her Clanmates knew, or even had sensed, anything was medically amiss with the cheery young cat.
"HAZELPAW!"
Muttering curses to StarClan about how intolerant mentors were, Hazelpaw pulled herself out of the nook in the tree and leisurely lowered herself down onto the trunk in order for a precision leap to carry her to the neighboring willow. She paused for the obligatory heartbeat, lifting her keen nose to the wind to scent for any impending encounters, whether they be positive or negative.
Her tail pricked and drifted slowly above her back as a sharp tang flooded her nostrils, unnatural as lighting during a snowstorm. She slowly retreated back up the trunk and returned to her sitting place, whiskers twitching wildly with an apprehension with the creature she couldn't place with a name.
The scent assaulted her nostrils even more now, bringing with it a roll of flashing memories. As her mind registered what exactly she'd be facing in a mere heartbeat, her declining eyes flared wide with panic.
A massive raccoon slid around a branch below her and began its ascent.
Hazelpaw backed away, her hackles springing to a golden line vibrating of vibrating thorns that adorned her spine. Her reflective emerald eyes narrowed to slits that rapidly ran over the raccoon's form and normally would've been easily able to place exactly where its first move would land it.
Not these eyes.
Hazelpaw let out a snarl of combined outrage at her own unintentional incompetence and the fact that she had indeed, on purpose, strayed from her mentor. If only she'd strangled and decapitated her lust for boundless independence for once- she wouldn't be facing down a creature often lethal to the most elite senior warrior. It wasn't unusual for one of these masked terrors to claim a beloved life; to mention a raccoon to a medicine cat would be signing yourself up for a spitting rant of despicable curses unable to be repeated in polite company.
If she came away from this unscathed, or if she did the unthinkable and defeated the thing, she'd be a heroine celebrated by her younger Clanmates.

If she never faced another dawn, she'd become another grievous statistic.

Lost in her useless calculations, Hazelpaw nearly missed her chance at a dodge as it sprang for her. She landed awkwardly on a higher branch. It bent dangerously under the sudden burden, and she scrabbled helplessly for one panicked heartbeat as gravity debated with her fate. With a sharp intake of breath, she dug her claws in and stabilized herself. The stark yellow eyes glared back at her as the raccoon slowly trailed after her, its intent clearly malicious. Unlike her, it moved with complete confidence and it glided across the tree as though it didn't posess the impediment of mortal limbs. Realizing immediately that staying here was useless, she pulled her claws in and let the sway of the branch fling her to one much more approvingly steady. The raccoon let out a snarl that would invade her sleep for days to come, and quickened its climb. As it neared her new branch once more, Hazelpaw threw her weight to the left and, on the rebound of the branch, she flung herself to the trunk once more and scuttled upward.
Her heart roared uneven thunder in her ears as she hurried along, reprimanding her wandering eyes with the threat of immediate elimination of she looked down. In truth, that was actually likely- if she paused to sight her trailing assassin, she'd lose the advantage of the height she gained and most likely lose her stomach to be up this high as well. Upon reaching the uttermost top limb of the tree, Hazelpaw rooted herself securely into the faded bark before even daring to let her eyes drift downward. She flinched as the raccoon abruptly appeared from the underside of a branch maybe ten cat-lengths down. It was visibly going to reach her within a few heartbeats, and with all of her attention riveted to keeping herself in the tree, Hazelpaw was utterly defenseless.
She ground down hard on her lip as the raccoon made it to the branch directly below her, blood beading into her mouth as she unwittingly punctured her lip. It suddenly reared up and swiped a paw brandishing a full set of calcium armory at her quivering tail. With a yelp emulating a scolded coyote pup, she shot her tail to her side and wrapped it around her vibrating flank. As she reclaimed a safe position on the branch, a few leaves fluttered free and momentarily obfuscated the raccoon from view. It let out another chilling snarl of admonishment and it writhed wildly in its frustration. But as it batted the floating hindrances away to their rightful descent to the ground, it visibly lost its precision balance for a good while.

Hazelpaw nearly let out a screech of immature jubilation as she mentally devised attack method so simple that any decent cat would wretch at it....but so horribly inane that it actually might work.

Making sure to keep her balance as though it were the last precious piece of prey in the midst of a harsh Leafbare, Hazelpaw skimmed her tail down to where a cluster of overipe leaves lay on their branches, barely attached. Unable to suppress a smirk in spite of her situation, she suddenly deftly lashed her tail across them and recoiled as the resulting ripples of motion rocked the branch. The leaves began their fluttering flight and almost immediately the raccoon was covered in writhing vegetation.
It was all just a writhing mass of green and black to Hazelpaw, and a blur had never been more satisfying.
With a triumphant yowl reserved for battles that one has ascertained won, Hazelpaw slammed her forepaws into her own branch, sending herself colliding with the trunk that, up here, had tapered into a thick stem. She sunk her back claws into the bark as the branch came snapping toward her, and she wrapped a steady left paw around it for all of a hearbeat. She then let it return to abide to the centrifugal law of gravity.

The raccoon let out something close to a scream as the branch connected with it. For a moment, nothing happened.
As if the resulting lack of clinging balance had just registered itself with the law of airborne physics, the raccoon was wrenched free from its own branch and sent plummeting to the unforgiving dirt innumerable lengths below.

Hazelpaw listened. Her wildly sensitive hearing reached down to the earth and embraced the frenzied bustling of the nearby woodland inhabitants, scanning for any movement betraying a ticked bandit was limping away in its silent admission to defeat by a puny cat. Or perhaps she was looking for a bar age of vociferous curses foreign to cat tongue, vowing undying vengeance on her kind.
No sound ever came. The fall had killed it.


With a purr sycophantic to her own prowess, Hazelpaw let her herself slid back into the nook where she'd originally lay. She'd just faced an enemy a grown cat would quiver at the mention of, and come out without a single scratch to show for it.
Fogblaze could go chase all the mindless maidens he desired to.
Because, for once, she'd earned her nap.

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